I could smell her from where I was, the smell of fresh snow clinging to me. I can hear her every movement inside the shower, the sound of the water running and the pelting of the water that hit the bathroom floor or… her skin. I could feel every breath that she takes and every sigh she lets out.
It was making me nervous.
This was a bad idea.
My mistake. I should just have let her walk back to the castle even if she took ten hours. Anna didn’t need to shower here, near me, but I just had to offer.
I’m starting to get sick of Anna and my quick mindless reactions to her. It’s not her doing in any way. It’s mine. The mere thought of her has my senses go haywire, my carefully thought out actions gone.
Like right now, she is showering in my office and it is the most normal of actions, yet
